Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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"About the Room Being Occupied by a Lover After Ten Years Away"

——Kamo Tsurumi silently wrote a book in his heart.

He sat on the soft bed full of Gojo Satoru's scent, with his hands propped behind him and buried in the sheet, his right leg wanted to lift up but he restrained the impulse in time, and asked the Lion King in puzzlement, "So why did he rob my room?"

The Lion King casually moved a chair and sat down, part of his hair covered his left eye, and the tail of his hair hung down his shoulders, sweeping lightly, trying to remember to say in the same tone: "'This room is full of the smell of Tsurumi! Here from today It's mine from the beginning!' Said Gojo-sama five years ago."

"Master Wutiao also told me to emphasize this matter after Lord Master returns."

Kamo Tsuru was speechless, covered his face with his hands and said sullenly, "Does he know how old he is..."

The cheeks hidden in the palm of the hand were flushed, and she kept hiding and did not want to be discovered.

"28, I think Lord Wutiao knows about it." The Lion King put down the corners of his mouth and said so solemnly.

Anyone can clearly hear the smile in his words.

"It's getting late." Kamo Tsurumi stood up, opened the only closet door in the room, picked out a relatively small pajamas and put it on his arm, and drove the Lion King away with his other hand, "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed , you go out and go out."

The understanding Lion King nodded cooperatively, said "good night" and quickly left the room.

"Crack-"

The closet door was closed, and Kamo Tsurumi stood there with his clothes on his hands and bowed his head.

The eyes looked in a certain direction inadvertently, and the incandescent lamp reflected light.Only then did he notice that there was an extra full-length mirror in the room, which just happened to cover his whole body in it.

The villain in the mirror—pure villain compared to the size of the mirror.

The villain's decent suit has already taken off his coat, leaving only a white shirt and black trousers, a set of pajamas hanging halfway down on his left hand, and his other hand pressed against the cabinet door.

Further up, is the flushed neck and cheeks.

The room that once belonged to him was filled with the smell of Gojo Satoru.

This cognition pushed the blood to surge up, and the red glow on the face was still unwilling to fade away.

Kamo Tsurumi ruffled his hair angrily, took the hair rope that existed in the room for some unknown reason, tied his hair back and forth twice, the last circle only bound half of the hair, and hung it in a small tug.

He opened the closet again and found a brand new pair of underwear, stuffed it into the pajamas, and strode heavily towards the bathroom as if to cover up.

He didn't bring any luggage, and even his clothes were borrowed from Wujowu, and his underwear was no exception.

……

The steam rising from the bathroom turned into water vapor and adhered to the glass, and the door was pulled open with a "swish".

The bundled black long hair shook twice after being freed from the shackles of the hair rope, tiny water droplets that were difficult to catch with the naked eye shot out from the drenched hair, and dissipated in the air before hitting the ground.

Kamo Tsurumi hooked the brand new pair of underwear with his index finger, and threw it on the back of the chair with a dark face like shaking off a scourge.

——That brat Wutiaowu must have grown taller again, and he couldn't lock his waist at all.

Insert your fingers into the hair and rub it gently. If it is only a little wet, you don't need to use the hair dryer.

Rolling his throat and pressing down a mouthful of saliva, Kamo Tsurumi pulled up the neckline of the pajamas that was more than one size too big, the pajamas and pajama pants continued to slide down, the long corners of the clothes covered the thighs, and even the pajama pants didn't need to be worn.

The remaining heat was blown away by the cool evening wind. After closing the window blown open by the wind, he lifted the thin quilt and got into the bed, resting his head on the pillow.Reaching out to touch the mobile phone by the bed, holding it in his hand and slowly retracting it into his sleeve.

He closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep straight away.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the red pupils broke through the cover of the eyelids and opened again, staring at the phone and thinking.

...Well, the time should be about the same, but I don't know where to go on a business trip.

The eyelids drooped again, and the only finger that was still obeying the order lit up the phone, unfolded the contact page with a little scheming, and successfully sent the location.

Eyes closed, consciousness gradually faded away.

It is easy to fall asleep after taking a hot bath.

He gradually fell into a deep sleep, and the clock hanging on the wall of the living room dutifully recorded the time.

"Tick, tick, tick."

"Tick, tick, tick."

"Kick--"

There was a soft knock on the floor, and the empty living room suddenly became popular.

The Lion King, who had turned into his main body and was sleeping quietly on the sofa, once again turned into a human form, nodded to the person who came, and shouted in a low voice:

"Mr. Gojo."

"Yeah, The Lion King."

The uniform of the college teachers seems to be not much different from the uniform of the students. Gojo Satoru puts away the five fingers that he opened to say hello, and then uses two fingers to pull away the pure black blindfold, revealing the six shining eyes underneath, looking at the Lion King He asked, "Where's Crane?"

"In the room, already asleep."

"Well, my room?"

"No, it's your lord's room." The Lion King was neither humble nor overbearing, and there was no overbearing tone in his tone, only an affirmation of the established facts.

Gojo Satoru was in a good mood, he didn't compete with him for the ownership of the room, he patted his shoulder and turned to go to the entrance.

—Shoes have to be taken off properly.

After waiting for ten years, it was so long that he could hardly remember how long it was.I just repeatedly tear off a page every day and look forward to throwing it into the trash can. I can never see how much expectation there is at the end.

It's like the satiation you enjoy in advance when you open the cover of the dinner plate little by little before enjoying a big meal, and it's like the drowsiness that goes straight to your brain like counting down before execution.

He was in no hurry.

Instead, there was a subtle hint of madness on his face, and his pace became slow unconsciously.

Slow down, slow down, you've been waiting for so long anyway, haven't you?

As if he was afraid of disturbing the rest of the people upstairs, he stepped up and down with one foot, paused before stepping on the other foot.

The oppressive feeling of stepping out of the tens of thousands of steps of the stairs that can be reached in a few seconds.

In the room he forcibly occupied, there was a steady breathing ups and downs that only Six Eyes could catch, and the people inside were clearly in a deep sleep.

The open door seemed to invite him in.

Gojo Satoru naturally entered his room unceremoniously.

For a whole ten years, I don’t know what Tsurumi, who is one year older than him, looks like and has he grown taller~

Maybe it was too hot, and the thin quilt only covered the belly button.

Most of the waist-length hair was pressed under the body, and only a few strands were scattered on the pillow and bed sheets.

The moonlight poured in from the window, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but stagnate.

He could see clearly, but it was a little blurry under the moonlight.

The person on the bed was exactly the same as he remembered.

Whether it's the eyebrows or the height measured by eye, the only change is the long hair.

With an unspeakable impulse in his heart, Gojo Satoru directly gave up controlling his excited expression.

True or false, exactly the same as ten years ago.

The infinitely widening smile was squeezed at the corners of his mouth, and his six eyes were full of joy.

Oops, this couldn't be more exciting.

He walked to the side of the bed and knelt down, holding the warm small palm with one hand, and rubbed the fingertips of the other hand on his cheek, which became lighter and heavier for a while, and he didn't know whether he wanted him to sleep peacefully or just like that wake him up.

"Um……"

A low moan came out of Kamo Tsurumi's throat, his brows were slightly frowned, his eyeballs rolled wildly under his eyelids, and he struggled to open them.

Are you going to wake up?

Gojo Satoru retracted his hand and rested his chin, staring at his movements expectantly.

He struggled, but he didn't wake up. In the end, he just moved his body and changed his sleeping position.

Changed from facing up to lying on the side, facing the direction of Gojo Satoru.

Didn't wake up--

It is hard to say whether the expectation was disappointed or the expectation was deepened.

The thin quilt slid down her waist with the change of sleeping position, rolled onto the quilt and stopped.

Gojo Satoru noticed, and thoughtfully helped him pull up the thin quilt to cover his abdomen.

"No..." Frowning again, Kamo Tsurumi, who was still asleep, muttered, "Hot..."

"No, the stomach still needs to be covered." Gojo Satoru forcefully suppressed his unconscious movements, without lowering his volume a bit, "Now I am the senior, so you have to listen to me."

After helping to cover the quilt, he bent down and observed his face carefully, unwilling to let go of any details.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and she frowned again.

"I'll give you another chance," Gojo Satoru spread his hands to cover his side cheeks, his fingers trembled as he rose slowly, and muttered in his mouth, "wake up~wake up~"

"are you awake?"

did not wake up.

Kamo Tsurumi seemed to regard him as an annoying summer mosquito, waving the back of his hand in an attempt to drive away the mosquito Gojo Goko.

Gojo Satoru didn't hide, and immediately grabbed the attacker after being hit on the wrist, lifted the blindfold with his right hand, and stared at the lips in front of him with six eyes.

With his lips slightly parted, he muttered to himself, "I gave you a chance."

The palm of the right palm was stuck to the white quilt, the upper body was crushed against the arm, and the broken hair was dumped on the cheek and stirred wantonly.

The legs changed from squatting to kneeling, and the knees hit the ground and were protected by the infinite art.

Pressing the free hand on the back of his head to prevent the subconscious from escaping, Gojo Satoru pried open his jaw and went deep again and again, until he found the tongue that was motionless and forced to dance together.

"Well……"

Kamo Tsurumi finally had a little reaction, the controlled head led the body to turn back to the front, the chin was lifted to facilitate the invasion of foreign objects, and the throat began to swallow reflexively.

He finally woke up, and a syllable leaked from the gap between his lips, "Sa, uh,"

The sound he just made was swallowed back, Gojo Satoru forbade him to speak, this was his punishment for not waking up just now.

"Wait," Kamo Tsurumi tried his best to take advantage of the loopholes, but failed repeatedly and was arrested.

He can only be forced to accept it, feeling the passionate emotion from it like a Stockholm patient, and responding awkwardly with trembling.

Gojo Satoru temporarily stopped his offensive, staying where he was, enjoying the dying struggle of the defeated side.

The victor seemed to be pleased, and reluctantly let go to give the defeated a chance to breathe.

"Hahaha--……"

He closed his eyes and took a big gulp of air. He was woken up from his sleep just now, and he forgot how to breathe.

Kamo Tsurumi sat up supporting Gojo Satoru's hand, and looked at him after his breathing calmed down.

The 28-year-old Gojo Satoru faded away from his youthfulness and obvious arrogance, and became mature and restrained.

But the sudden move was still the same as before.

"Senior." Gojo Satoru obediently took back what he said not long ago, and rubbed his head on his chest a few times, "I miss you."

"I miss you as well."

"Really? Then I want to do it."